Eh wrong number idiot :)

Run like hell bitch

TW: Strong language.

I was getting surrounded by some bitchy looking guards on almost all my sides. At least three guns pointed in my direction so I had to do it I pulled out my best move and.......


Wait wait wait you're probably wondering how I ended up in this situation so let me break it down for you. Oke yes restart oke hi I am your main character the one and only *super overly dramatic drumroll* yeah oke wait that didn't sound right oke hold up. I am no no no not that either oke fuck it hi yes I am Noah your overly caffeinated sarcastic teenager and the beautiful main character of this story made by some dipshit who doesn't sleep.

ke so now you must be wondering oMg wHaT iS yOuR dRaMaTiC bAcKsToRy yeah well I don't really have one I am not that cool sadly anywayyy. Uhu so I don't have any cool powers (sad ikr) and I don't have a dramatic past with an sad abusive dad and I haven't lived in the streets on my own for the last ten years *le gasp* I know right so unpredictable. Ah yes wonder no more dear reader cause I am just an annoying overly caffeinated sleep deprived hyperactive sarcastic teenager.

Yeah so no I am not crazy good at fighting or hacking or am a genius or Tony Starks long lost daughter. nah I am just some random as basic bitch besides having the power to annoy the shit out of everyone I meet. So yeah you must be thinking ah who am I kidding of course you are wondering how I even got in contact with those cool superhero bitches yeah I dare to call them that *dramatic hair flip*

Oke so back to my crazyyy story.

I pulled out my best move I turned around and ran like hell like seriously I didn't even know I was that fast and I have known myself my whole life for Loki's sake (he is a god to cut him some slack). Oh yeah fordor oke so I ran like shit and behind me the guard looking dudes with some weird squids on their chest like who the fuck would use a squid like go for like a cool tiger or something ugh people they started to just shoot at me. So like the smart teenager I am I started running in zigzags cause my little brother always said that is how to not get shot but yeah I don't think Fortnite advice will really help right now but its worth a shot.

While I was distracted running like shit and zigzagging some dude managed to shoot a bullet straight through my shoulder like dude so uncool. I groaned in pain and started running even more. (yeah I know it aint grammatically correct but who cares) The bad guys started gaining on me and blood was drippind down my white Arctic monkeys shirt 'dude that was new' I groaned and I looked behind me and the guys where just gone like vanished like poof like- oke never mind.

I like the responsible teen I am got out my phone and immediately went to text my fosterparents what happened (yes I lied :O) I tried to put in the number but I am kinda stupid so I may have put it in wrong but I don't know also my vision is kind of blurry right now and I think I just saw the Rock but I probably just hallucinated.

Me:
eirycjsneiboqkfdk

oke yeah that text made no sense but you try typing with bloody fingers. But the response was almost immediate (also yes this is a cringey wrong number story deal with it bitch *flips you of cutely*)

???:
Who is this? How did you get this number?

Me:
Oke so you aint gonna like this but I will be
home late again oopsie :[

???:
You got the wrong number kid.


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First chap of my stupid story so em yes hi I am yet another obsessed person that doesn't sleep. So yeah uh stay hydrated or something idk man just em comment or something yippieee. and all credits go to Stan Lee and marvel obv

oke ill shut up now byebye. (idk people have author notes so I felt the need to write one to feel professional lol)